I'm from the West Coast Conference
Like Kobe or James Worthy
You could just call me the King of the Valley
All I need is a game jersey
Nigga nuts and guts get served up
When I get it, I'll spit enough, aim sturdy
Cut it up, gut it up, with colds cuts
And in a oven I'll heat it up, came dirty
I be off'a that Crip tonight
Turn 'em into liquid ice,
Leave 'em in the back of the alcove
Like Helter Skelt', stick
Nigga, I'm a bitch killer
I'm a dig a ditch, quick to rip ya
Paint a murder picture wit'cha
I'm a jack knife, strip ya that night
Split your legs open and dick you
But them quick into rippin' your guts
deplete you with the meat cleaver
That I didn't see you either
I'm bringin' the seasonage
And a suicide note, do- or- die Loc
Keys in the backseat, cut necks
Where hearts are broken, and bars
Are open, potions pullin' me
Dark's my ocean, my Ark is floatin'
But not livin' like I'm supposed to
'Cause I be Dalima, motherfuckers
hatin' me for the longest
Could it be critical 'cause I'm
And if I'm heated I cannot
(Diggin' the pain) I get deep
Only can I be held accountable
In the middle of a stage,
I'm bustin' like a 12- Gauge
You can never bring it to
a nigga that'll hang you up
Homicidal with the fully-
An undecided of whether or not I can
(I get spaced out sometimes)
And it's like I'm a heathen,
whether or not you believe it
Everytime I rap a motherfucker
Have you ever been in a dilemma
Well, let me introduce you to the crucial
upliftin' future (Indeed)
Recruit you and seduce you to the mutual group
Nigga you better get ready 'cause
Fight this phantom, your freakin'
Bunk Bianca's beat 'em black
and blue with a baseball bat
but I won't use discretion
if he steppin' with a mall rat
20 minus 11, I make 'em all scat!
Tech's not with his crowd
Rather be off'ed than soft with his style
I got hopes that my life might
so I might swipe your chedder
You better get ready to give me,
Comin' to get it, whether weed or money,
Nobody said it was gonna be easy,
Or leave me in the dark and buried
One day you gon' see on me TV,
Takin' over this and never the opposite
Rewrite my life, gimme light,
inner fight for what's right
151 Rum is how we run from slim sums,
I need a medic 'cause I murder
In the cerebellum never tell 'em I got
One of the worst problems in the
And you ought to go in one hell of a shot!
No more darkness, how did I start this?
like kickin' your carcass
I am the ruler in my kingdom
Step into My World and your